Steer by the Stars

With twilight descending and slumber you find
And I am certain that I have safely passed from your mind
Only then can I serenade you unconfined
In the secrecy of my heart

Do you shine bright as always as in sagas of old?
Do you still sing with four voices or breathe hot and cold?
Do you nurture my memory or yet still behold
Another creature of some land apart?

And how can a blind man steer by the stars?
And how can a poor man find power?
How can a dead man rise from his grave?
And how can I have hope in this hour?

I desired no promise, only your company
And I flourished in your presence most wholeheartedly
Though I still would rejoin you, I face reality
It entraps me from dusk until dawn

Now we all take our chances on what we regain
But only fools would rush in where an angel's been slain
And the sound of four voices, they still call my name
Even though your presence is gone

And how can a blind man steer by the stars?
And how can a poor man find power?
How can a dead man rise from his grave?
And how can I have hope in this hour?

Free from all envy, and free from all pride
I marveled at your joy as I walked by your side
And I wish not to taint you with the aspects I hide
Of my past, my thoughts, and my fears

When time finally tempers this heart sick and sore
And your eyes no longer dance in my dreams anymore
I will still sing your praises for a time long before
I was blinded by so many tears

And how can a blind man steer by the stars?
And how can a poor man find power?
How can a dead man rise from his grave?
And how can I have hope in this hour?